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:: sits at his tactical console ::

Self: So many ships

:: at the helm and manages an askance look at Lexy in the middle of the battle :: CSO: By all means, put them through.

:: monitors the phaser bank integrity ::

:: comes out of surgery and jumps back into triage, diagnosing people at a glance and directing them to wait, or for treatment ::

:: taptaps and looks up at the screen with skeptical curiousity ::

:: looks from Wright to Harper, then at the main viewer expectantly ::

:: glances up at the viewscreen carefully ::

ACTION> The Xovul Vash from the ship we rescued from the depths of the gas giant appears on the main viewer.

:: pats out a small fire at her station. orders a damage report from an engineer jogging by::

+ENG+ D'bryn to Archer. I've got blown-out power nodes and consoles all along Decks 10, 11, and 12. Get some teams on those, will ya?

+CO+ Captain Harper. I know that you are busy and have many questions. I will answer them in depth later, if you will accept our assistance in this battle and inform your fleet that we are on your side.

:: blinks ::

+Vash+ I absolutely have many questions, but little time to ask them. We are grateful for your help, Vash.

:: swears to self:: +CEO+ Aye Lieutenant. On it.

:: sharp head turn to Grey ::

:: raises her eye ridges in surprise, the Xovul's appearance not at first recognizable to her, but she does recognize the voice and looks to Harper ::

:: wields a dermal regenerator on some of the worse burns not worth more in-depth treatment given the number of patients ::

:: nods :: +CO+ Then let us speak when there is time. Good hunting, Captain Harper. :: closes the comm ::

:: left hand trembles, shakes it off ::

:: glances over to Ammora, giving him a careful nod to reassure him ::

:: picks out a Xovul target that's chasing a friendly :: :: decloaks long enough to blast its aft shields and distract it for a bit so the friendly can get away :: :: recloaks ::

:: looks to Kuari and then to Lexy :: CSO: Broadcast fleetwide that those five ships are friendly and highlight them as such in the coordination matrix.

:: swallows hard ::

:: loops back around on the target that was chasing him and drops in behind it, laughing ::

:: slowly gaining on a particular enemy fighter that is trying its level best to lose her, but she's not particularly inclined to be lost today. ::

:: blinks at the screen in confusion, then shakes it off when she hears Kate's order :: CO: Ah....Aye, Captain.

:: doesn't have a prepared message for this ::

:: grins briefly :: Bridge: It is good to make friends.

Self, internally: So some Xovul are good and some Xovul are bad? What could possibly go wrong?

:: brings Atlantis back around on their latest attack run, following Discovery in ::

:: points :: Patient: Wait in that line. You’ll be okay, I promise.

No One In Particular: Multiple factions. That never complicates things at all.

+Fleetwide+ Fleet, Atlantis. Be advised that the five Xovul ships entering the system are ... friendly. Repeat, the five Xovul ships entering the system are friendly. Updating coordination matrix.

Someone in Refuge Control> What.

:: hands move deftly across the console ::

:: sees the five incoming ships go green on the tactical overlay ::

Sharks: Wait, that mean there're gonna be some good guy helmet-lookin things out here?

:: pulls the decloak-cover-fire-recloak move again ::

:: cranes her neck towards Grey and Ammora :: CTO/TAC: It should be interesting not mistaking Vash's ships for the enemy, but I know you're up to it. This makes one wonder how many more are against their government.

+Sharks+ It's going to get confusing.

+Sharks+ They're friendly for now, at least. We'll see.

ACTION> Atlantis, Discovery, Endeavour, Challenger, and Columbia converge on a dreadnought.

XO: All green on the allied Xovul, Commander.

TAC: :: nods :: Very good.

+Sharks+ Maintain focus, though I do recommend some degree of caution in selecting targets for the foreseeable future.

:: watches as her tactical HUD updates ::

:: pauses and runs a hand over her braided hair, exhaling sharply :: Nurse: He needs surgery? Mother of...

XO: Understood, Commander. :: barely takes her attention off the console and her calculations ::

ACTION> The five incoming dreadnoughts exit warp and, as promised, slam into the side of the Xovul fleet, opening fire on their own.

All right!

:: stifles his enthusiasm and goes back to his console :: Bridge: Weapons and shields still nominal.

:: shares Jester's skepticism as she listens to the Sharks chatter on her earpiece ::

:: can't help but cackle at seeing that, continuing to run calculations ::

:: sighs sharply :: Nurse: No, I’ll go. You take over triage. :: she goes back to scrub in for surgery again ::

ACTION> The battle takes on an even more chaotic tone as Federation, Free Fleets, Kvolir, and now Xovul fight against the other Xovul.

:: swoops in on a fighter that the Kvolir drones identified as hostile and steals the kill :: +Sharks+ I think the drones have accurate targeting data.

:: eyes dart around the positions ::

:: finds herself back in the operating room, holding out a hand to trusty nurse Juarez :: Juarez: Laser scalpel.

+Sharks+ Makes sense. They have the same tactical information we do. :: approaches Zorro's wing, ready to set out on a team hunt ::

CTO: Firing solution approaching, Ryleigh! :: as Atlantis flies her place in the attack run of the "Space Shuttle Fleet" :::

:: watches the battle unfold on the main screen and on the tactical display, proud of their ship and crew, and their allies, but keeps focus on the task at hand ::

+Sharks+ Inbound reinforcement squadron at 065 mark 22. If y'all want some free targets, watch this.

:: looks over into Jester's cockpit and grins.as he sets off on another of the drones' targets ::

Self, internally: Something's not right...

:: is eyeing the nearest drone to follow, but pauses when she hears Hannah on the comms. Interesting may be the understatement for this situation and she strongly suspects it will only get worse. ::

CO: Acknowledged! :: shifts into position, watching ::

:: lines up the ship and holds the alignment as they swoop in ::

:: right hand trembles ::

:: shakes it off ::

:: centers herself, finding a strange peace in the tranquility of the operating room ::

:: monitors the integrity of weapons ::

:: zips the cloaked Skylark around to intercept enemy squadron at a perpendicular :: :: decloaks, deploys pseudo-EMP hack in the middle of them to 'stun' them for a few seconds :: :: recloaks :: +Sharks+ Bon appetit!

+ENG+ D'bryn to Archer, where are we on those blown-out consoles?

:: opens fire on the EMP-disabled targets ::

:: sees Hannah's maneuvers, still dislikes her ::

:: sees Hannah's maneuvers, almost voms with nerves ::

Nurse: Alright, bring in the next one. :: she realizes, and ponders, that she has become much more comfortable here ::

:: grumbles as she sees Hannah's maneuvers, not a fan of her, but turns attention back to the firing calculations ::

:: opens fire on the sitting ducks as well, still flying at Zorro's wing ::

:: cackles as their combined fire finishes the easy targets ;:

+Sharks+ Nice one, Skylark!

:: decides that perhaps Miss Ziredac is not entirely a negative presence, despite the... interesting way with which she conducts herself. With the slightest shake of her head, she pulls her fighter about to go find some new targets ::

+Sharks+ :: finger-guns at the console :: Don't mention it.

:: worries about the left flank ::

:: about to lose the alignment as they fly past :: CTO: I am running out of time on this pass, fire!

:: wonders briefly who this Skylark person is as she looks for her next target ::

:: sends the calculations to fire, issuing the torpedoes out on the targeted point ::

:: takes a disruptor hit to his starboard shields, flip turns on the bandit ::

:: finds herself staying in surgery for quite a while, one patient after the next filtering through ::

:: already locking a microquantum on the fucker that took a shot at Zorro, because that's what wingwomen are for ::

ACTION> Our torpedoes do their damage as we pass and, when combined with the rest of the attack group's fire, inflict major damage to the dreadnought. The extra time on target makes us easier to hit, and three extra plasma torpedoes slam into our shields because of the delay.

ACTION> Random relays across the ship either go down or explode from the strain of the power surge.

SHIT! :: mentally curses, clenching her hands tighter around the console ::

:: explores all the untried functions Destiny installed in the Skylark :: Ooh. Ooh-hoo-hoo, what's this do?

:: turns her face away and shields herself with her hands as a small shower of sparks emits from her console ::

:: is knocked to her feet:: self, out loud: Fuck!

:: grins as Jester does Jester things :: +Sharks+ ¡Gracias!

:: grips the biobed to ride the faint rocking, then picks up without a hitch :: Nurse: Osteostimulator.

:: winces :: XO: Damage report?

:: fires and blows the enemy to bits :: +Sharks+ De nada.

Skylark> Activating 'Instant Kill Mode' Shit! :: frantically turns it off :: Skylark: I get it. I understood that reference.

ACTION> A light smoke can be smelled on the bridge after that one.

:: quickly regains composure and gets to her feet::

:: sniffs, looks around ::

::runs back to her console to try to find a damage report::

ACTION> A Xovul attack group converges, targeting Atlantis...

:: sniffs the air, cringing at the smell of smoke in the air, but keeps her focus on the console ::

:: looks towards the engineering station ::

+ENG+ D'bryn to Archer, we're suffering a minor power drain. I've triangulated the source of the drain to Deck 12, check the distributor matrix there.

:: finds peace in the surgical ward, each patient stabilizing with clockwork efficiency ::

+CEO+ I see it. I'm on my way.

::grabs her tool kit and quickly makes for the turbolift::

Bridge: Xovul ships incoming!

Bridge: And targeting Atlantis!

:: winces at that, patting out the sparks that landed on her uniform ::

:: enters the ship into a creative evasion pattern of her own ::

:: straining the intertial dampeners, as she does ::

:: hears the damage report :: CO: Minor damage, we're still okay, Captain.

:: sees the Captain do an unorthodox maneuver, is super impressed ::

:: feels her body straining against her seatbelt ::

:: grabs the walls to steady herself in the trbolift as the ship sways::

Bridge: Blocking off power to auxiliary systems to take some pressure off the power drain. We'll bring those systems back online ASAP.

:: feels the pull of the seatbelt on his shoulder ::

ACTION> While a few disruptor shots tickle the shields, all of the plasma torpedoes miss.

:: didn't even need to tell navigation to initiate evasive maneuvers ::

:: feels the pull of the belt, gritting her teeth with a sharp exhale ::

:: rocks with the interial dampeners, even though sickbay has its own dampeners :: Nurse: Cortical stimulator.

:: picks up another target from a Kvolir drone and enters into the deadly dance ::

CTO: All ventral phaser banks open to fire!

:: keeping an eye on fleet status as they roll through evasive maneuvers ::

:: arrives on deck 12, the turbo doors slightly delayed upon her arrival::

:: scrolls through functions :: Ooh, how bout this? Skylark> Attenuating to subspace frequencies unused by registered allied vessels. Preparing signal disruption. That sounds neat.

TAC: Light 'em up. :: issues the instruction with a toothy grin ::

:: fires all ventral phasers ::

ACTION> The five friendly Xovul join in on the retaliatory fire against that attack group.

:: jogs from the turbolift to the section that was damaged::

:: keeps a close eye on her patient’s scan readouts, solely focused on the surgery ::

:: eyes dart to the trajectory algorithms ::

:: while alone in her cockpit, makes "pew pew" noises as she fires phasers at an enemy fighter, secure in the knowledge that not a single soul can hear her ::

:: decides she's rather had enough of the enemy who has been insisting on travelling as close to the rear of her fighter as physically possible and cuts the engines entirely, forcing the enemy to either overshoot her or hit her. They choose to overshoot and she chooses to put a torpedo in their rear ::

::detects a power overload beginning to build up in the starboard computer core. reroutes main power from the core::

CO: Captain, a hard turn port opens up dorsal phasers and aft torpedoes on a full spread!

TAC: I can do that, hang on... :: finds an opening and makes the turn ::

CO: Bearing Mark 4, by three-seven.

+CEO+ Archer to D'bryn. I'm fighting an overload in the starboard power core. I've rerouted power to fix the problem. Standby for the possibility that we have to reroute all command functions through the port core.

:: brings Atlantis to the requested bearing ::

:: sees no break in sight. For once, she almost relishes this, focusing on the patients that come before her ::

CTO: Grey, I've got phasers, torpedo those bastards!

+Sharks+ Had enough of that one, Sehlat?

:: watches Navigation and Tactical coordinate ::

:: bucks as the Skylark takes an unexpected hit :: +Sharks+ Welp, they found me. Gonna see if I can outrun em. Skylark: Shields to maximum, let's boogie.

+Sharks+ The enemy certainly does not lack for bravery or foolishness, Zorro. Skylark, do you require assistance?

:: looks around and finds the Skylark in her vicinity :: +Sharks+ Jester is headed your way, Skylark.

:: unleashes the torpedoes on the attacking Xovul, glancing away to give Ammora an aggressive-looking grin before turning back to her console ::

:: falls in on Jester's wing ::

+ENG+ See what you can do in the next two minutes. If you can't do anything... :: squints :: I might have a weird solution.

+CEO+ Weird solution?

:: would jump out of his seat if he wasn't tied in :: Take that!

:: treats the worst patients, comforted by the idea of her team working outside the operating room doors ::

+Sharks+ I mean, I won't say no to some help! :: swerves, tries a somersault, does a barrel roll ::

:: weaves through the battlefield, setting her sights on the enemy fighters harassing the shuttle ::

ACTION> The rest of our attack group joins in on our target, inflicting serious damage to the attacker.

+ENG+ Yeah, standby.

:: goes back to the tactical assault grid ::

:: eyes darting left and right ::

:: shakes head and concentrates on repairing damaged relays::

:: left hand trembles, shakes it off ::

:: barks an order to his tactical officer :: FINISH THEM!

:: wonders briefly what the bridge is up to, but refocuses on the surgery under her hands ::

:: watches their target on main viewer and targeting reticles, willing one more enemy vessel to fall ::

ACTION> Our new friend's plasma torpedoes crash into the dreadnought, breaking it into a few large chunks before it explodes.

:: unleashes a salvo of phaser fire at her targets, hoping to get them to break off from the Skylark ::

::is nearly, but not quite able to fix the damaged relays in the time CEO allotted her:: +CEO+ Okay Lieutenant, what's your weird solution?

CO: Captain, we need to vent a massive power overload in the starboard power core. I can route it straight into the nacelle, but we'd have to immediately compensate for the acceleration for a minute or so until the power's burned off.

:: joins in the barrage on the bandits harrassing Skylark ::

CEO: I can handle that! Do what you need to!

:: nods to herself at the enemy dreadnought's destruction, looking again towards her console to reassess the battle. She turns her head sharply at D'bryn's report, however ::

:: looks up ::

+Sharks+ Thanks guys! I thought they had me.

CEO: D'bryn, can we ignite that with a phaser burst?

CO: Aye, captain. TAC: Ignite what with a phaser burst?

:: finishes one surgery and takes a breather before the next, closing her eyes and clearing her mind as best she can ::

:: dodges a large chunk of debris from the dreadnought ::

CEO: You said routing it to the nacelle, that's going to vent something, right?

:: locks a torpedo and fires, taking out one of the bullies ::

:: gathers up their attack group through the coordination matrix to resume the attack, letting Challenger lead this time ::

TAC: No, just power-surging one nacelle and we're gonna be going faster on one side for a minute. Which, hold on. +ENG+ Alright, route power from the starboard core directly to the nacelle. We're gonna burn off the power that way. Let me know when the routing's complete, and I'll engage.

:: listens to Ammora and D'bryn with one ear, but is mostly watching the fleet on her side console ::

::heavily sighs through her teeth:: +CEO+ Understood. ::rapidly begins rerouting power::

:: keeps a sharp focus on the surgery under her hands, finding herself in a surprisingly comfortable rhythm ::

:: overhears a bit of that conversation, but leaves it to Kuari to handle ::

TAC: Do you have an idea on something to vent and ignite? I'm down to vent and ignite.

:: blinks ::

:: thinks about saying, 'I do it every therapy session,' but isn't Hannah, and realizes it's not the right setting ::

CEO: Uh, power into the nacelles creates excess plasma, right?

:: follows Challenger as the attack run begins on the previous target, before they were so rudely interrupted ::

CEO: Especially with what you're doing?

:: sees two Xovul fighters duking it out, and watches a drone to figure out which one to help ::

+CEO+ Power reroute is complete. Execute on my mark.

:: brain goes haywire thinking about tactical scenarios and his limited knowledge of engineering capabilities ::

+ENG+ Ready when you are.

:: heart thumping ::

+CEO+ Mark!

:: hums softly to herself, and fortunately the nurses don’t judge ::

CO: Here we go, Captain! :: engages power reroute ::

:: compensates by adjusting thrust from the opposite side to keep them on course :: CEO: Got it!

:: looks at their heading and the Captain's astute piloting ::

::braces herself::

CTO/TAC: Target! :: as Atlantis comes to bear on the damaged dreadnought ::

TAC: Anyway, sorry, Scott, there wasn't going to be that much plasma venting; not enough to do any damage to anyone. But, again, I'm all the way down for some unconventional tactics if you can think of any.

:: fires the quantum torpedoes easily on the targeted ::

:: fires phasers ::

:: watches the compensation maneuver, thankful for the ingenuity and experience of her crew ::

TAC: Like that time that you launched that shuttle loaded with proton torpedos because those Romulan rebels had disabled our weapons systems? That kind of thing.

TAC: That...I'm realizing now that didn't happen. Sorry. It was awesome though.

:: still watching the fleet maneuvers, worried about another Mars situation ::

:: eyes flick to Zoe ::

:: is able to get off target much faster this time ::

::nods to self at a job well done, makes a mental note to return to repair this section herself after the battle::

:: finally runs out of surgeries to do, finding herself somewhat disoriented as she scrubs out ::

ACTION> The latest Xovul attack on the Mariner inflicts heavy damage.

CO/XO: The Mariner is taking heavy damage, Captain.

CSO: They should be retreating to the preassigned point, but order them there if they are not.

:: catches weird look :: TAC: I've had a rough couple hundred years the past three weeks, okay?

:: nods as Harper orders Wright's communication ::

:: sends a retreat signal to the Mariner ::

:: blinks at Zoe :: CEO: Uh, okay...

ACTION> Mariner begins retreating, but is cut off by the Xovul and destroyed.

:: takes back over triage, directing patients and comforting them while she’s at it ::

:: gasps :: NO!

Son of a bitch...

:: shakes her head :: They should have retreated earlier, but they stayed.

:: can't help but clap a hand over her mouth at seeing the Mariner destroyed ::

:: finds a function to remodulate her cloaking frequencies :: Well look at that, would ya. :: remodulates, recloaks, seems not to be visible to the enemy anymore ::

:: searches for escapes pods, knowing there aren't any ::

:: squeezes her eyes shut, and a tear rolls down her cheek ::

:: looks around, suspicious of more ship-rocking events ::

:: closes her eyes briefly at the loss of the Mariner but knows they must move on :: Bridge: Let it not be in vain.

All: Make their sacrifice count.

:: looks back and nods to Kuari ::

ACTION> The efforts of our attack run pay off, however, and another dreadnought falls as the HMS Syrinx adds to the damage after we clear.

:: directs patients :: Crewman: This way, lay down.

:: swipes at her cheeks and then resumes watching the rest of the fleet like a hawk, ready to issue retreat orders earlier next time ::

:: feels a big wave of empathy for the lost souls on the Mariner ::

ACTION> Two plasma torpedoes suddenly impact our flank as a dreadnought erratically breaks off an attack on a Free Fleets ship to hit us.

:: looks up from futzing with her ship's controls to see the debris of the Mariner :: Oh fuck, dude.

: grips her seat as the torpedoes hit ::

:: jolts with the ship with a small yelp of surprise ::

ACTION> Shields drop below 50% and more issues begin to surface as the power surges take their toll.

:: sucks air through her teeth ::

:: hears the beeping on his console :: Bridge: Shields down to 48%!

:: finds herself once again scrubbing in for surgery, but manages to find her calm this time, not even worried ::

CTO: We've lost the ventral starboard phaser bank!

:: issues a silent plea to the universe that Atlantis and the rest of the fleet will survive this battle ::

Bridge: Rerouting all auxiliary power to shields! +ENG+ Ensign Archer, we've got more power surges, all over. I'm showing total power failure and small fires all along Deck 13. :: shields her face as a console sparks nearby :: +ENG+ We got fire near the computer core! Get down there!

ACTION> Refuge's massive cannons find a killshot on another dreadnought, firing straight through it.

:: nods at Ammora's update, her mind racing, listening to D'bryn's response ::

:: curses :: TAC: Then... let's get them handled. :: fires the phaser banks, frowning in focus ::

::swears in Bajoran and English as she dashes again to the turbolift:: +CEO+ On my way!

:: sees the dreadnought firing on the Atlantis :: Oh FUCK, dude.

CTO: :: nods :: Aye.

:: can't spare a thought for anything else as he flip-turns and slugs it out with a Xovul fighter ::

:: takes a deep breath and begins the surgery :: Nurse: Scan his delta waves, as well.

::exits the turbolift and rushes to the port computer core::

ACTION> Another Xovul attack group focuses on Atlantis.

:: sees this one and yells :: Bridge: Hold on!

:: holds on ::

:: holds on, wincing ::

:: notices the Atlantis in trouble, but has some trouble herself with yet another enemy on her tail, but this time the enemy has made a friend and there are now two of them. Certain tricks only work once, so she instead decides to lead the pair on a hunt through the ongoing battle. Perhaps they will do her a kindness and run into some disruptor fire ::

:: also holds on, also winces ::

:: holds on, frowning ::

:: applies differential acceleration to the bow and stern, sending Atlantis into a spiraling helix of yaw ::

:: steals a drone kill, focusing on the matter at hand ::

self: God dammit. +Engineering and CEO+ I have fires in the computer core, and fire suppression is offline. I need teams with fire equipment here now.

::looks along the walls for a fire extinguisher panel::

:: flying backwards, he wins the fight with light damage to his shields, and finds another target ::

:: grips his console, as the ship turns :: Self: For the love of...

:: holds out a hand :: Nurse: Microtractor. :: she takes the tool, and turns it on her patient ::

:: pitches them over into a dive ::

::after several moments, locates a fire extinguisher and begins putting out fires that she can handle on her own::

ACTION> Out of all the incoming fire, only one plasma torpedo connects.

ACTION> The friendly Xovul crash into that attack group and the focused fire ceases, for now.

+ENG+ Do what you can, Ensign! :: tries to find out why fire suppression is offline ::

::knocked off balance from the torpedo impact, hits herself in the temple with the extinguisher::

:: takes in a deep breath, the maneuvers extreme, but it keeps them from taking most of the damage :: CO: Nice flying, Nav.

:: takes deep breaths, trying to calm herself ::

::falls to a knee stunned for a moment by the impact. briefly has trouble refocusing her vision. continues fighting the fires::

XO: Thanks.

ACTION> One of the red alert lights on the bridge explodes in a shower of sparks.

:: eeps ::

:: shakes her head, wondering how ::

:: recoils as the light explodes, squinting her eyes shut, but only for as long as she needs to ::

:: finds that power surge must have physically damaged the fire suppression systems :: Bozhe moi. CO: Captain, we have no fire suppression in the computer core, and it's not coming back online anytime soon. We need all available hands on Deck 13 to tend to that fire, ASAP, ma'am!

:: winces as the sparks cascades ::

:: the two on her tail are not particularly inclined to be terrible pilots at the moment, which is swiftly becoming a problem as she attempts to dodge both of them, looking for something she can run them into to get them off her tail... perhaps that will work. Pulling back on the thrusters, she changes course swiftly, heading for the nearby debris field of a Xovul ship ::

CEO: Understood! XO: Handle that, Kuari!

:: curses and winces ::

:: drops in behind one of the bandits tailing his CAG :: No no no....

XO: I'm dispatching Ops teams with firefighting equipment now!

:: doesn’t even know a new wave of patients has arrived in sickbay as she works on her latest surgery ::

CSO: Thank you, Commander!

:: dives into the debris field, cutting it extremely close to each of the larger pieces, trying to both figuratively and literally scrape them off her tail ::

:: follows along, phasering the targets on Sehlat's tail until he can get a microquantum lock ::

:: sticks near the Skylark, protecting it ::

:: forms up with the attack group again, this time following a Free Fleets group led by the Syrinx in ::

::fire suppression teams arrive in the starboard computer core and she directs them to begin fighting fires. she has trouble maintaining balance and focusing her eyes as she does so::

:: it would appear she has gained a friendly, but that's not going to be enough at the moment as her fighter rocks slightly, disruptor fire glancing off her port side. An eyebrow goes up as she scans the field, finding a particular piece of debris and deciding that while her next decision may be rash, it will solve her problem ::

:: pulls in a deep breath again, putting what's happened behind her for now to focus on now, attempting to coordinate in her mind aggression versus defense as their shields are greatly compromised ::

XO: Teams are in place and firefighting is in progress, Commander.

CSO: Thank you, let me know when the fires are out.

:: checks her next patient’s chart, cringing as she prepares the surgery in her head ::

ACTION> Our attack group follows the Free Fleets ships in, hoping to finish off the wounded dreadnought.

::after a few minutes, the fires are finally out. a wave of nausea flows over her and she abruptly vomits violently on the floor::

:: primes torpedoes :: CTO: Torpedoes ready. All forward banks are nominal.

:: wonders what she's up to as he gives chase ::

::struggles to hit her combadge, finally does:: +CEO+ The fires are under control here, sir. I have to go to sickbay. I can't stand. I think I have a concussion.

:: receives the report from her Ops teams :: XO: Sounds like the fires are out, Commander.

:: nods slowly :: TAC: Fix them, and fire on the dreadnought!

ACTION> The Sovereign's attack group barrels through, almost cutting us off in the roiling melee!

:: nods to herself :: CSO: Thank you.

+ENG+ That's your official welcome to the Atlantis, Ensign. Go take care of yourself. Good work down there!

Bridge: Torpedoes away! :: fires quantums ::

:: once again finds herself scrubbing out of surgery, riding the shifting tide ::

::swallows back her bile so as to not vomit again:: +CEO+ ::dryly:: Thanks. I'm heading to sickbay. Archer out.

:: is jolted from the side as weapons fire makes contact with her shields from a direction she'd momentarily stopped paying attention to :: Self: Shit! :: rolls into evasive maneuvers ::

ACTION> The combined fire of our attack group takes down the targeted dreadnought, but it's specifically one of Atlantis's quantum torpedoes that strikes the deathblow.

:: cloaked, breaks off to harry the fighters attacking Suzuki :: +Sharks+ I gotcher back, go-go-go!

:: the piece of debris in question is large, and has hole blown through one side that should, theoretically, be just enough for her to fit through. It will be tight, but she can do it. She reroutes all power to shields and engines, aiming directly for that hole, calculating on the fly the exact trajectory she'll need to slip through it and come out the other side in one piece. This is not a maneuver she would recommend normally, but with two fighters on her tail, this is something she is willing to attempt. There is a friendly nearby if this does fail. ::

:: drifts back to triage, managing the line that trails out of sickbay ::

:: realizes what she's about to try :: ¡Mierda!

Now that's how we do that!

:: rolls through her evasives expertly, but still takes a few more hits ::

:: smiles grimly, proud of the crew's efforts and the might of Atlantis :: Bridge: Well done, let's keep at them!

All: Another down, good w— :: is interrupted by another two plasma torpedoes to their port side, dropping shields below 40% and causing actual systems outages ::

:: is rocked a bit :: Bridge: Shields down to 37%!

:: swerves after the fighters, decloaks, fires at their asses :: Get off her!

:: slams into her seatbelt so hard that it actually knocks the wind out of her a bit ::

:: grimaces at the assault to their ship, their victory short-lived ::

:: swears out loud in Kzinti, chastising herself for missing that ::

::staggers into sickbay, holding herself up on a wall::

:: is shaken in her seat, cursing audibly ::

:: bucks in seat :: Bozhe moi! :: does yet another power reroute ::

:: sees Atlantis taking damage ::

:: scans Archer as she gets into line, then points at the sickbay chairs where nurses are attending :: ENG: You’ve got a concussion, sit over there.

:: is still mentally running the trajectory calculations, but she is close enough that she is satisfied she'll make it through. So, she goes in, shields acting as a buffer should she have calculated this wrong, and engines at full power ::

::holds back vomit as she nods to CMO::

:: sees the Skylark decloak and come to her rescue :: +Sharks+ Thanks, Skylark! Oof- :: takes another hit to her shields, which are starting to waver ::

:: can only watch at his CAG's daring maneuver ::

:: is in awe of the Shark's tenacity and skill ::

::slumps into a chair::

+Sharks+ I can't get em all! :: fires, misses :: Fuck, tough little fuckers!

Nurse Collins> :: comes to Archer’s side and begins with a neural regenerator aimed at the side of her skull :: ENG: Just hold still, you’ll be okay...

Bridge: Damage report! :: to anyone available to supply it ::

ACTION> A hail of plasma torpedoes passes us by and slams into the ship that hit us.

:: is in a bit of trouble here, and pulls some Gs in more extreme evasives ::

:: if it works, she's fine, so he pulls up and loops around to go help Jester, after all, that's what wingmen are for ::

:: though held by her seat, is thrashed so violently to the side that she tweaks her neck and throws out a shoulder ::

Oh fuck it. Skylark: Okay, let's give that 'Instant Kill Mode' a go.

PAUSE SIM

PAUSE SIM

PAUSE SIM